The Consistent Pursuit of Truth

Throughout your time upon this Earth,

To time of death from beginning of birth.

There are things that must be known;

There are things that must be shown.

The test of life is the search for truth,

With endless, tenacity to better oneself.

Others will constantly try to stop you,

Purely jealous of the journey you've begun.

But more than the journey, means the meaning,

The very reason behind the search.

For why begin if your life is perfect?

Completely content in your current decay.

Wisely, should we all not be vigilant?

Why do we only change with tragedy?

Could we not be taught from youth

To always seek a greater sense of self?

Rather than the fashion that time follows.

A pattern of folly that transcends from

Generation to generation. It is ceaseless!

I vow to break this chain of slavery!

I promise not to be perfect,

But promise, forever, to seek perfection.

I promise not to never lie,

But promise, always, to tell the truth.

For I do not believe in absolutes,

However, the effort means more than success.

We can easily die before our life is over,

By simply giving up within the journey.

So the greatest question on our minds should be,

"Why do I desire life so deeply,

Yet do nothing with it daily?"

Does that not disturb something in you?

People covet everything they don't have,

But are rarely grateful for every breath.

Never desire a higher state of mind,

And always return to the same old way.

Simply living to live is a waste of life

Give yours to me and watch me live it.

Why waste my time to waste your own?

Get out of my way before your time is mine!